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Chapter 401 How high-ranking must this official be!

The combination of a wooden stick, a fishing line, and no bait—Miss Yuan said nothing, yet it seemed she said everything.

It felt like three sharp slaps to the faces of a group of fishermen, the sound exceptionally crisp.

The carp was quite large, comparable to those sold in the market. Miss Yuan was petite, and her hands were not big either, so holding such a carp made the fish appear even larger.

"Haha, I'm so awesome! Xiaoyue, did you two record me?" Miss Yuan laughed, holding up the carp.

Upon hearing this, the two women nodded repeatedly, with He Xiaoyue giving a thumbs up: "It's recorded! Sister Yuan is awesome, so cool!"

With Director Wang absent, the two women naturally took on the filming task. Although their work certainly wasn't as good as Director Wang's, Li Shiya's video style wasn't exactly polished either, so the footage was still usable as material.
Upon hearing this, Miss Yuan raised the carp high, chuckled, and then said, "That's good. Send me a copy later; I want to keep it!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the carp in Miss Yuan's hand began to wriggle wildly. Miss Yuan's hands were already small and she couldn't hold it at all. With a burst of strength, the fish broke free from Miss Yuan's hands in an instant. Then, with a flick of its tail, the fish swung its tail three times in a single second.

Papapa

They slapped Miss Yuan three times across the face, leaving the flat-chested loli completely stunned.

As the carp landed with a splash, Miss Yuan covered her face, tears welling in her eyes. She was a direct descendant of four generations of high-ranking officials, the heir to Yuan Shao, and every man with the surname Dong in the world trembled at the mention of her name. Today, she had been slapped three times by a fish. It was an utter disgrace. After all, not even her parents had ever hit her since she was a child.

"Sister Yuan, should I send it to you again?" Class monitor Wang Jing asked uncertainly, holding up the camera.

Miss Yuan:
Sichuan girl: o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓
Lin Mo: o(*≧▽≦)ツ┏━┓
"Send it to me too, I'll definitely save it."

Lin Mo was really lucky; he witnessed such a spectacular scene as soon as he returned. It has to be said, those three slaps were really loud, making even the fisherman who had just broken down laugh.

Upon hearing this, Miss Yuan glared at the two of them, then silently squatted down, picked up the carp on the ground, and immediately started drawing eleven times in a row. Perhaps it was because she was getting an extra draw for every ten draws.

After eleven slaps, Miss Yuan grabbed a beer bottle from the ground, poured it into the fish's mouth, filled it to the brim, then swung it around and threw it in the center: "Go, call a few of your buddies up for a drink, you brain-dead idiot!"

This action left everyone dumbfounded, especially the group of air force fishermen. They thought, "We're air force, and you catch a fish and then throw it back? Isn't that a bit disrespectful?"

It's like coming over and slapping them three times, and then spitting on them as well.

But Miss Yuan's actions didn't stop there. She then started pouring beer into the river in front of her, picked up her wooden stick again, hung peanuts on it, and in less than three minutes, she caught three fish that were even bigger than before.

The crowd was stunned, and a group of people even came to Miss Yuan's side to watch.

"Ah, is this right? This is fucking possible?" Chuanmei sat next to Miss Yuan with a fishing rod, but she didn't catch a single fish.

Upon hearing this, Miss Yuan sneered: "What's wrong with that? Everyone's had a good time, shouldn't they come up and have some fun?"

Seeing this, Lin Mo clapped his hands and said, "I don't want to say too much or too little. I think Sister Yuan, your pole is a bit redundant. You can put peanuts in your hand, dip it in the water, and maybe you can catch one!"

Upon hearing this, Miss Yuan's eyes lit up: "That makes sense!"

As a young lady who is quite obedient when it comes to playing, she immediately followed his advice and started doing so. She grabbed two peanuts, put her hand into the water, and within ten seconds, the water surface was churning.

"Ah~~ Yes, yes, yes, I caught it!"

No sooner had she finished speaking than Miss Yuan plopped down on the riverbank, a 30-centimeter-long fish being dragged up by its gills.

Seeing this, Chuanmei and the others around her hurriedly helped to stuff the fish into the fish box.

"Wow, that's awesome! Catching fish with your bare hands? I feel like you didn't even need your hands, Sister Yuan!" The Sichuan girl was completely convinced and no longer cared that she was there to shoot advertising footage.

But no sooner had he finished speaking than a small fish, about the size of a palm, leaped from the river surface onto the bank and landed right in the pile of peanuts.

Wang Jing:
He Xiaoyue:
Lin Mo:
He Qiang:
Many anglers:
Sichuan girl: "Does your word become law?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Mo saw the group of fishermen scatter in all directions. Some went to their cars to rummage through drawers for wine, while others took out their phones to order takeout.

Who said there aren't any big fish in this river? There are so many here!
However, the fish in this river have a rather unique flavor; they're all drunk.

As for the claim that Miss Yuan is practicing heretical cultivation, that's bullshit. Compared to the humiliation suffered by the Air Force, heretical cultivation is nothing.

In the fishing world, as long as you don't use explosives or electrofishing, everything else is considered a unique skill. If you catch a fish, you're awesome, and losers can only find some dignity at the seafood market.

Seeing everyone scatter, Miss Yuan paused for a moment, then kicked the last palm-sized fish that jumped up back into the river: "Get lost, minors are prohibited from drinking alcohol!"

Everyone:.
It has to be said that the Fishing Saint is really arrogant. He can slap a dozen fish if he doesn't like it and put it back. He doesn't want fish that are too small either. He also knows that minors are prohibited from drinking alcohol.

Soon, under Miss Yuan's leadership, the fishing enthusiasts near the river started to act strangely. Meituan and Ele.me delivery riders came one after another, carrying cases of beer down the river.

This directly increased the alcohol concentration in the river significantly, and surprisingly, some people actually started catching fish after using this trick.

Then Miss Yuan got really into it, fishing with peanuts, fishing with betel nuts, and she even went over to Emperor He Qiang and showed off how to catch a fish with her bare hands. "Hey brother, I just heard Mo Zai say that the injury on your face was from being beaten by your wife, and it hasn't healed for two months. Here, I'll give you one, so you won't get a beating when you get home today." With that, Miss Yuan threw the grass carp she had caught with her bare hands into Emperor He Qiang's fishing box.

He Qiang:
Seeing this, Lin Mo sensed something was wrong and dragged Miss Yuan away, saying, "Ahem, Brother Qiang, don't take it to heart, my friend is a kind person!"

Soon, after dragging Miss Yuan away, Lin Mo finally let go of her.

"What are you doing? I'm just trying to help someone. If it weren't for the fact that he knows you, I wouldn't have given him the fish," Miss Yuan said defiantly, hands on her hips.

Lin Mo:
"If you grab two more in front of him, you'll see Brother Qiang floating around here tomorrow."

This behavior is an extreme humiliation for anglers, causing them to abandon bait and fish food for groundbaiting, and instead use beer for groundbaiting. If this were in the world of cultivation, they would be at least at the level of a patriarch of a demonic sect.

"Huh? Are all fishermen this fragile? Garlic bird, garlic bird, I'm done playing, it's no fun, it's about time, tell Director Wang not to come anymore, let's go home!" Miss Yuan glanced at the weather and, sensing it was about to rain, couldn't help but speak up.

Upon hearing this, the group had no objections. They had been there for almost two hours, had played enough, and it was time to go home and admire their spoils.

Lin Mo and Chuan Mei worked together to lift the fish box into the car. Miss Yuan casually tossed the wooden stick aside, and the group packed their things and drove off. They came and went in a hurry.

Just as the group started their car, a group of fishermen ran toward the wooden stick that Miss Yuan had casually tossed aside.

In the eyes of these fishing enthusiasts, this thing could be considered an ultimate imperial weapon. After all, they had tried pouring wine, baiting the hooks, and hanging peanuts, but no one had caught fish like Miss Yuan. The difference must be this stick.

Even the fishing spot that Miss Yuan had just used was immediately and firmly occupied by several anglers, who were ready to try their luck.

On the way back, Miss Yuan was in a very good mood, driving her car and singing a song:
"Grandpa's chickens have their coop, I'll stab my brother with a knife, and I'll be struck by lightning! He stole my duck and sold it to Boss Wang, Wang Zhiyong. Even ducks fear one day being stabbed. What a fine knife!"
Even a foolish donkey leaves a lingering fragrance; though anyone might be willing to cut me, I fear one day you might cut me too.

Lin Mo:
"No, who taught you to sing 'Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies' like that? I now seriously suspect that this is not 'Boundless Oceans, Vast Skies' but your little song of usurpation."

Nonsense, she's already stabbing her brother Yuan Hua with a knife, and now she's being struck by lightning. She's really afraid her brother won't die.

As for Wang Zhiyong, the duck buyer, Lin Mo hasn't found his true identity yet. However, it has to be said that Yuan Hua's death was not unjust at all. Why did you have to mess with anyone but steal Miss Yuan's ducks and sell them to Wang Zhiyong? Who else would you kill if not you?

"Go to hell! This is Cantonese! Do you even know Cantonese? I won the singing competition for third grade at Jiangning No. 1 Primary School when I was in third grade, all thanks to my fluent Cantonese!" Miss Yuan shouted, slapping the steering wheel twice in anger.

Upon hearing this, Lin Mo's eyes widened: "Wow, you started stabbing your brother with a knife in third grade? What kind of grudge is this, going on from childhood to adulthood!"

"go away!"

At this moment, Director Wang was still on his way back from the hospital. The thought that without his top-notch cameraman, Mengya Media's work would not be able to proceed at all today filled him with guilt.

Soon, the group returned to the vicinity of the university town. At the intersection ahead, the traffic police officer on duty stopped Miss Yuan's car.

As soon as the car window was rolled down, before Miss Yuan could even speak, the traffic policeman exclaimed in realization, "Oh, there's someone here! I thought it was a self-driving car!"

Miss Yuan:
If it weren't for the fact that the other party was a public official, she would have started in C gear long ago.

"Wait a minute, why does it smell so strongly of alcohol? Hello, please cooperate with our investigation."

In the eyes of Lin Mo and Miss Yuan, the traffic police officer's expression visibly became excited, and he began to call for backup.

Soon, four or five traffic police officers surrounded her, took out a breathalyzer, and said to Ms. Yuan, "Please cooperate with us and blow into it!"

Upon hearing this, Miss Yuan rolled her eyes at him, then blew on the alcohol, revealing zero alcohol content.

Traffic police: ???
"Oh no, she smells so strongly of alcohol. Could you please blow on her again?"

Miss Yuan blew into the breathalyzer again, but it still showed that she hadn't been drinking, effectively putting the traffic police officers' brains to the test.

The person in front of me clearly reeks of alcohol, but I just can't seem to choose them.

"Do I still need to blow it? Can I leave if I don't?" Miss Yuan asked.

Seeing this, Lin Mo opened the fish box in the back seat, took out a breathing fish, and placed it in front of the alcohol detector.

'Drip drip'

The instrument immediately sounded an alarm.

Traffic police: ???
Are these two crazy? What kind of decent person doesn't drink at all, but gives a fish so much alcohol?

Seeing this, the traffic policeman's excited expression gradually turned into disappointment. He then waved the beeping breathalyzer in his hand, indicating that the two could leave.

The driver of the car behind saw that the breathalyzer had sounded the alarm, but the traffic police still let them go. The driver of the car behind couldn't help but sigh:
"My God, what a high-ranking official this is!"

(End of this chapter)